How to do everything wrong and still come out ahead…

Oh, How the Mighty Have Fallen!

Today, Skye and I went out to the garden to dig a few potatoes for breakfast. No big deal, just move some straw around and pick up whatever is close to the surface. Well, we skootched some straw and snatched some taters and then we ran across a slug, a creepy insect rival only to cicadas and grasshoppers in grossness. But, instead of running squealing for help, I picked it up. With my bare hands. And fed it to the chickens. And repeated this process 3 more times.

Now, there was a time that the girl in me would have fuh-REAKED out to see someone so matter-of-factly pluck a slug from the earth and feed it to a bird (did I mention bare handed?). But the new and apparently uber-disgusting me didn’t even flinch. Might as well grow me some chest hair and take up burping the alphabet for a hobby now, too…